Oscar Myer

I wish I was an Oscar Myer wiener.

Well actually, I don't. Which in itself is telling. But what I wouldn't mind is German Sausage, Italian salad, French mustard, Chinese chicken, Indian rice and ... All those other British things that aren't really British after all.

We define ourselves - the Who - in turn by the Where, What and When of our lives. And all of these things we are in conscious control of, we have power over. You could get up late, or pick up sticks and emigrate at any time, and you might act like a different person but there is one thing that we can't easily change, and we carry with us wherever we go.

How much do we carry with us when all around us changes? You might change the Where, What and Whens and Hows of you life, but you will always be Who you are while you hold on to Why you are.

Exactly how much of this is a conscious definition of self and how much is an apathetic imitation of those around me, I can't say. But I get the feeling even if I embrace the culture here, I may never become an Oscar Myer Wiener.